Notes From the Edges


It’s been a week since I arrived to OUR Ecovillage to work for 17 days as a supporring TA for the Permaculture Design and Earth Activist Certificate Training led by Starhawk and Charles…

As everytime I come to this ever emerging process adventure and exploration of living in community (known as OUR Ecovillage),  I first feel weak and uncomfortable and usually fall sick… a process of transition and transformation from a truly troubled and sick culture to a place where it’s ok to feel pain for the world and not being a zombie and where we look at opportunities and solutions… a place where you can give or ask for a hug without being shamed or abused,  where things are raw and simple,  where waste is seeing as a resource and problems as opportunities for solutions…

It has been a lot of work from 6:30 to 10:00, preparing snacks and cleaning up spaces, taking turns to cook and being there to support the facilitators and learners. Today is my first and only day off and it’s funny to see how little I miss my city routines and how much I long to stay here for a life of service and caring.

Some quotes caught through the journey so far, and I apologize for the missing links this time as I’m using the only tool available: my cellphone…

“Nature is not efficient but resilient and redundant”  by Gord at Ecosense :

(I encourage you to check the link above and see what Gord and Anne had done with a troubled piece of land, my deepest wish has always been to find someone to build something similar,  as for these things to happen two things have to be present: a lot of work…and a lot of love)

Ian Ralston, water engineer who along with Gord from Ecosense wrote the new manual for water and composting systems and new regulations for BC that all people to recycle grey water systems and build composting toilets): “Technology serves processes, not the other way around”

Starhawk: “OM (Organic matter) turns texture (of the soil) into structure”

My experience so far: “Can you use a hug?” Me: “I can always use a hug”…

This group of people and processes reminded me once again of the amazing poem below:

“You could rake leaves while the glaciers melt
and horses stand somewhere in a field
with the sound of wind blowing rain into their manes
you could go to a job you don’t love
and live in a house you don’t want
and sit in traffic and feel trapped watching
the eagles dive above the light posts and power lines
or you could stop raking and lay down in the dirt
with the leaves scattering around you
smelling like the coming snow
and the rattling ghosts of summer lightning
you could pick up a river and hold it to your eye
watch a turtle crawl through it
the light turbulent out of the sky beyond the bluffs.
Instead of serving these mad corporations and law makers
oblivious to the dew on the pigs hindquarters at morning
or the effort it takes ducks to find food after such a wet summer
you could sit round a fire next to the lake and
listen as the water carries voices from a canoe
out somewhere near the middle
back to your camp along the stony shore
and as the fire licks at the red pines
you could uncover a memory that
smells like moose hooves and orchids
wild rice hulls and trumpeter swans
and helps you to remember the millions
of invisible miracles which must occur within the sky
so that a blizzard can become a blizzard.
This memory is what the mad kings and architects
of the anthropomorphic rivers want you to forget
because if you do not remember the smell or feel of the land
then you will believe anything they tell you about it
including that it is just another body to exploit.
But if you remember the sound of waves
pulling back through the hair of beaches
or the ring of wind among icicles and sparrow caves
you have not forfeited all of your freedom and power
to the ruthlessness of modern convenience
and if you remember otters sliding across the lake at dusk
or a bear rushing back into the alder
then you also remember
that you are among the millions of tiny miracles within the sky
that allow a blizzard to become a blizzard
and if you can remember this
then you can speak sing and dream loud as thunder
for every quiet piece of land and water on this earth
because you have not forgotten
that you
not the mad kings
are the one with power.”

~ Ben Weaver

Thank you…

“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible; to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance, to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, and that which came to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.”

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